3 days of skiing. 2 days of clear weather and 1 shit day... but we spent most of that day mucking about with a tiny kicker we made right next to the bunny slopes. The ski patrol didn't give a shit either, which was all good.
Then there was the chick we named the 1080 chick... damn fine piece of nature with 1080's and she was hitting the park.
Might not be much you say, but in New Zealand, that's a fucking miracle.
And to top it off... the last run of the trip we ventured out of bounds to this HUGE bowl..it was seriously like this 200m wide half pipe. Soooo sick. And we had this sunset to ride out with.
What gravity?